The
flames Of funeral
I
saw the funeral; dancing with fire,
I
saw the burial; going into the dust;
Yeah,
I saw the corpse of a living being,
Melting
into the water; burning in the fire,
Vaporing
in the sky; the shattered body,
Disintegrated
into the five elements;
Going
back into the sole self,
But
the atoms, the form of eternity;
They
traverse through the space,
To
get their home place,
To
rest into the eternal abode
Of
light and purity.
Yeah
I saw the last day of my
Earthly
journey;
Leaving
behind the near and dear ones,
Crying
and gossiping
Going
back to their monotonous work,
Tedious
and dull but essential
To
live the life;
The
life which constantly keeping its
Step
towards the death;
Death,
O! Death, the sole truth
Of
existence silently coming to us,
To
pause the time.
The
time; the eternal time
Which
will never move for the emperor too;
It
ceased to the royal queen Cleopatra,
To
the wizard of poetry Shakespeare,
To
Alexander, the great moving forward:
Even
it swallowed the slaughterer of humanity,
The
cruel dictator Hitler,
All
of they perished,
And
covered in the shrouds
This
is the sole truth
Stick
with life
Whether
of regal or trivial.
I
saw my pyre,
Covered
with white sheet;
Decorated
with flower,
Going
on the shoulders
Of
four men with a procession,
To
the pile of wood, set on fire,
With
the raising flames,
It
will extinguish into the warm ashes;
Which
will slowly chill down,
Like
the emotions of loved ones,
To
live their lives in this halt,
And
then coming to the same place.
There
is nothing to grieve
As
it is the truth,
The
beautiful truth,
A
redemption of ceaseless breath,
Into
the peace, from the hurry and burry
Of
this world, the suffocated world:
Our
timeless atoms will again gather,
To
meet the jivatma,
To
go one step more from the past life:
To
accomplish the unfulfilled works,
To
articulate the creation,
Of
that unexpressed time and space.
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